The matrix

The dis-ease that infects the world disables us from seeing Makes us bleed like that of slaughtered animals The wounds getting wider daily Love and forgiveness seem afar If we only look within With instinct we do know that consciousness our God exists Yet we lay blame on others Our difference really the same Using religion for own ends Just listen and thou shalt hear The voice and it will say I am here Fragmented though the world It captures minds afar Those who believe entrust eventually mellowed hearts Then with synchronized harmonious healing will modify The hate will not erupt with mental anaesthesia Love with insulated blankets will surface To conquer All